her head throbs , a steady pulse as georgia is once again reminded that no matter how many late nights she spends drinking , she would never be immune to its consequences . her tolerance over the years has grown , the brunette no longer relying on a chaser to smooth over a shot . however , hangovers always seemed to linger – a reminder of the choices she made , & the ones she knows she’s bound to make again . caffeine her go to solution , georgia spending more money in dillon’s on campus coffee shop than her favored clothing store . with her iced coffee in hand , sans its usual shot of bailey’s , she turns to scan her surroundings . georgia spots beck easily , hoping he hasn’t seen her yet so she can surprise him – mood lifting at the sight of her childhood friend . weaving her way through the crowded shop , she pauses slightly behind him – ready to wrap her hands around his eyes . before georgia can make her move , he’s already speaking – elbow nudging into her as if he had sensed her presence . she hums , mocha hues scanning the flyer advertising dillon’s newest club over his shoulder . “ i reckon ya’ shouldn’t be so quick to judge becks , perhaps there’s a science behind bird watchin’ . ya’ might even fall in love with those bucket hats . lord knows those are a crime against fashion . ” it’s a tease , an easy smile on her features . “ i dunno , i feel like they’re tryna’ prove dillon’s not just a football school . it could work in our favor , perhaps we can sneak an excuse to drink on campus as a club right under their noses . ” she giggles , lips wrapping around her straw as her shoulders shrug .
“ and i reckon you shouldn’t try and SNEAK up on me , miss gi , ” there’s an amused smirk curving the corners of his lips , and he lifts his eyes from the paper to study her for a second , one eyebrow raised , “ c’mon . when’s the last time you managed to actually get me ? ” he’ll lift the paper and use it to gently bop her on the nose before pinning it back to the board . “ i don’t know . dillon was , is , and probably always will be a sports school . ‘fraid it’s just the way of the world at this point . though i could argue your crime against fashion point when it comes to bucket hats . they don’t look terrible on everybody , ” boyish brown eyes flickered up and over to the counter as his name was called , prompting him to stand to his full height , “ bet you’d look just fine in one , actually . –– don’t move . ” he pointed a finger at her before shouldering his backpack and weaving his way up to the coffee counter where a new worker with pretty blue eyes and a sweet smile slid him his drink . he made a point to read her name from her name tag when thanking her , and quickly made a b - line for georgia again . “ how many cups do you think she scribbles her number on every day , ballpark ? ” he turned it so the sleeve –– graffitied with handwriting is facing gi –– and gives a slow shake of his head , “ c’mon , you . ” beck tossed his arm around her , as he’d done a million times , and tugged her along towards the door . he inhaled as they stepped out into the fresh air , september breeze rustling through dark curls as he nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose . “ think we could start a tailgating club ? school sponsored drinking on game days . ” he took a sip of his coffee , then lit up slightly , as though he were just remembering something , “ mm , speaking of –– are you tagging along to boulder ? they might not have any real use for me , but i’m thinking about it . might be more swayed to join if you say you’re going . ”
𝘐𝘛’𝘚 𝘉𝘜𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘓 , the small shop tucked in the bottom of dillon’s student center . but of course it was . . . because it was a monday morning coming off of a football win , and hangovers like the ones you got after a post - game party weren’t always easy to SHAKE . should’ve left earlier , he thought to himself , or used the woefully untouched and neglected keurig i have sitting on my kitchen counter . . . but that would’ve required a sound mind in the early morning , and BECK had a habit of not sleeping . so he waited in line . and waited some more . then put in his order , stuffed some cash into the tip jar , and moved to the only open stool at the end of a bar near the window . dark brown eyes , observant and CURIOUS , scanned the room in search of faces he might know . . . of new ones he didn’t , then allowed his gaze to wander over a posting board just to his right . FLYERS upon flyers upon flyers boasted meeting times and locations . open mic nights . weekly get togethers . student organizations of every kind . it was a strange array of just about everything , and a reminder that sports weren’t all dillon had . one paper in particular , with BRIGHT ink printed on the front caught his eye , and he laughed to himself . “ okay , REALLY , though , ” there’s a slow shake of his head as he pulled the pin and took the paper down . his elbow lightly nudged the person next to him , “ what do we make of this ? ” with a sideways glance and a golden boy smile , there’s a playful gleam in his eye as he adds , “ and what’d ya suppose the criteria is for being a university recognized student org ? because by the looks of it , there’s probably not much . . . ”
hey CASEY “BECK” BECKHAM , welcome to dillon university . has anyone ever told you you’re GAVIN LEATHERWOOD’s twin ? no ? well okay , i heard you are TWENTY - TWO & a JUNIOR at the university . we hope BIOCHEMISTRY isn’t kicking your ass too much , especially since you’re a STUDENT PHYSICAL TRAINER . see you at the next game, BECK & character’s cismale + he/him .
it’s me & i’m here for round fuckin’ two , friends . this time i bring you resident GOLDEN BOY . . . a whole 6′1 of soft boy energy . . . floppy overgrown curls . . . king of talking - your - way - out - of - everything . . . retired hockey player . . . a man of Many Talents , of which the most astounding is his ability to look like he’s got it all together when , in fact , he does not ! under the cut , you’ll find a lil more about him . . . & if you wanna plot hmu @ 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣#9956 on discord or pop into my ims here !!
𝑩 𝑨 𝑪 𝑲 𝑮 𝑹 𝑶 𝑼 𝑵 𝑫 .
dillon , texas born & raised . on the outskirts of town is a ranch that is enough to house the beckham family: mom, dad, and all eight beckham children . beck is the second oldest , with one older sister , four younger sisters , and two younger brothers . . . not necessarily in that order .
mother , sophia mattheson - beckham is a lawyer based in austin working with the ACLU , and father , michael beckham has a small private practice in dillon working as a pediatrician . they weren’t home often , but when they were , they spent as much time with the kiddos as possible . it’s just . . . they were so rarely home that it really didn’t matter.
with the beckham name, though, comes the pressure to be SOMETHING GREAT , and that’s something that’s been a part of beck’s life since . . . he can remember . little league & kindergarten grades were always taken a little too seriously , and it didn’t help that his older sister was a shining example of perfection .
growing up it was hard not to like him. he was quiet for the most part , but goofy when he wasn’t . there was a little extra charm about him that just gave him an all around magnetic pull . kids wanted to be his friend and he wanted to be theirs . he fit in , but around home , he was the odd man out . beck was always a little more interested in sports rather than math or music rather than reading . it wasn’t to say he wasn’t smart , it just kind of –– bored him?? where his family was v
there was give and take with beck–– the golden boy of dillon but the black sheep of the family . he could play hockey if he kept his grades up. he could take guitar if he was also on student government and model u.n.. his parents would applaud him on his grades but never cared to hear him play; they’d show up for debates but rarely ever saw a hockey game. it was touch and go, his relationship with them, and it still is.
DESPITE IT ALL though, you wouldn’t catch him complaining. he bore the crown of homecoming king his senior year and never went to a dance without a date. teachers loved him, so did his coaches. he found a best friend in one cameron sloane –– ( because of course he did ) –– when the sloanes moved to dillon , and they were an unstoppable kind’a duo on and off the ice.
when it came time to pick a college, he really . . . had his pick of the lot. coulda gone anywhere, but there were roughly six reasons , all with the same last name , that kept him close to home. his parents even agreed that if he went in as pre-med, they would pay for the whole thing . . . and even make time to watch him play hockey.
things were good for a long while, until they weren’t. you can usually see the stars on the outskirts of dillon, but one night, his sophomore year, you couldn’t. storm clouds covered ‘em up, and he tried his damndest to get cameron to stick around a celebratory party until it passed, but sloanes are stubborn and there was no changing his mind.
cam passing away was like losing a brother, and he spent countless hours pacing in a hospital waiting room . . . hoping for good news and never getting it. beck had never known loss like that, and it knocked him into a bit of a tailspin . he quit hockey and didn’t register for school the next year . he spent a lot of time at a family residence in austin and even more time drinking . for the most part . . . he kind of DISAPPEARED , losing himself in the process for a good nine months.
they say it takes a village to raise a kid, and it took a village to drag this one out of a spiral. his parents. his siblings. his friends. and eventually . . . dillon’s football coaching staff. a loud knock on the door from coach buchanan and a swift kick in the ass from coach sloane, a man who knew the kid almost as well as he’d known his own son. come work for us, they told him . . . and it was a way to get him back on track under a watchful eye that. wasn’t quite as critical as his parents
so that’s where we are now . . . back at dillon, a year behind, and working with both the football and cheerleading team as a physical trainer, playing a heavy hand in making sure both teams are the best conditioned in the state of texas. his grades are looking up, and he’s still on the fast track for med school, much to his –– and his parents’s –– surprise.
the beckhams don’t talk about his little stint of a spiral. no one in dillon does . . . unless in tones of hushed whispers alongside judgmental looks. beck doesn’t mind it too much ,though . . . even takes it as a challenge
𝑷 𝑬 𝑹 𝑺 𝑶 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝑰 𝑻 𝒀 . ( i’m getting tired so this gon be ugly )
you want inspo?? i’ll give ya inspo!! richard campbell gansey the third ( dick 3 babiiiie ) is my main inspo for beck. you’ll also find a lil bit of jim halpert, a lil bit of rob maclanahan from miracle ( even tho he w as a real person too shhh ), and *insert big eyed emoji here* grizz from the society
ever since he can remember, there’s been pressure on this kid to be something great . . . so he feels like if he has the capability to do something, he has to do it. . . there’s no choice in the matter. a lot of this stems. from his parents, but he’s also really just . . . overly critical of himself sometimes
boy is a fucking PARADOX okay bc sometimes . . . . with the way he talks. . . . he accidentally puts his damn foot in his mouth . he’s smart so occasionally comes off as condescending , but he’s . . . incredible in conversation with people he needs to impress because he’s hella charming
that said... this quote is REALLY important and REALLY summative of beck: “Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.” –– let’s dive into that!! when he feels like he’s got a sense of control of the things around him, when he’s in his element or in his comfort zone, when he’s feeling confident , the boy is a force. he can talk you and anyone else out of any situation, and he has. he can make friends with anyone put in front of him, and he has. when beck is ON . . . he is on . . . but it’s a bit surface level because when he’s not wearing the crown of GOLDEN BOY and he’s . . . vulnerable . . . or unsure . . . or stressed . . . he tends to put that foot of his in his mouth and spit. out whatever it is he’s thinking. he’s honest to a fault in this sense, and he’s hopeful beyond compare.
an introvert. . . . can CHARM u but doesn’t want to because honestly that is so draining and he’d much rather be at home. the popular type but only has a few friends that are really really close to him
loyal to a fault . . . will give you 392847 chances that you don’t deserve .. fool me once shame on you ! fool me twice shame on me! fool me three time what the fuck bro now ur just taking advantage of me
very . .. calm and even tempered. he’s a mediating type and like . . would rather find a conflict resolution than sWING u feel me
he’s cute. .. . and. people love him but . . . despite it all, he really doesn’t let that go to his head?? the boy was raised to believe you had to earn things and he’s just. idk . . .. humble king
eloquent as fuck ( lol good luck @ me writing that shit )
quick witted and very sharp
probably a lawful good type ngl :\
Does Not Do Well.With Change. when his older sister left dillon to go to notre dame??? boy damn near blew a gasket how dARE SHE go that far away!!!
v close with his sibs . .. . activate Dad Mode. he loves all of them equally and definitely does not at all favor the 10 y/o baby brother of the family or his sister closest in age, who is also a student at dillon. doesn’t favor them ONE BIT
u want a vibe for the beckhams??? “ the beckhams were courtiers and kings . when there was no castle to invite them, they built one” ( we stan ONE weird author lady named maggie)
insomnia!! the boy nEVER SLEEPS1! always thinking. always planning what’s next. gotta go gotta go gotta go.
kind of .. . a hopeless romantic :\ dated the same girl for most of high school but when she fucked off to ole miss she broke up with him in a text. so that .. . . . .. went well for him ..... still a dumb bitch tho and would love to hold ur hand
phobia of bees. there’s literally no reason for this other than my own, personal, geeked out pleasure
prank king
Smart Jock Type
plays guitar to relieve stress and you bet baby’s got some pipes here u go
literally nothing like nicholas scratch DO NOT call him daddy
tall and doesn’t know what to do with all the extra limb like . . . . . the fuck
will push you to your personal best in any conditioning circumstance
okay I THINK THAT’S ALL . . .. i’m a big fan of basic plots that kinda ebb and flow with chemistry BUT!! gimme the basics man . . . a roommate . . . a past hookup or two . . . some spicy friendships or . . . fRENEMIES even u know the drill
ok that’s all i hope u love him bc i am v nervous about playing A Man buT IT IS WHAT IT IS U KNOW
“Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
